I never realized how often it happens.
Poor me, my four year old grandson wants constant attention.
Poor me, my daughter is a teenager now.
Poor me, I have to buy a sports uniform for my kid and he is growing quickly.
Poor me, I have to help my kids with their homework after work.
Poor me, my kids don't clean up after themselves.
Boo hoo for them.
I dislike people sometimes, the life they take for granted.
I am bitter.
